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CHAPTER FORTY FOUR: GOODBYES

Auteur: Bara
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-18 00:00:13

Lena’s pov:

I storm angrily into the guest room. My heart is already pounding from the heated conversation downstairs.

I don’t want to hate him, I don’t.

I just wish I could let this go and go back to the way we were before. I sit on the bed and just cry, I cry about my dad not being here, I cry about the pain of losing Dante, and the lies he told.

The door suddenly opens and Dante bursts in.

“Lena.”

“Get out,” I scream in his face.

“No.”

“You don’t get to just…” My voice
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